So
I started a phased return to the office and the first thing that hit me
was how relieved I was, how guilt free I felt, how I was possible for
me to go pee and not worry to miss and email or a phone call, how it was
acceptable to go forage for food at lunchtime without the constant fear
of missing one of the multitude of meetings that seem to appear at all
times of the day!
Now
they know you work from home, meetings just keep on coming, 8am, 8pm,
whatever time that suits...no matter, you're under #lockdown, what else
are you going to do?
On a
typical day at the office, I go grab coffee a couple of times, I have
multiple visits from colleagues, I pop by people's desk, exchange
plaisanteries and gossip! Take an actual lunch break, hit the gym...run
errands...miss staying at home, miss my bed, my cat, Netflix...think
about all the things I could be doing if I were at home!! Like paint a
wall or bake some oatmeal cake, a recipe from some instagrammer who had a
vey American voice and spoke so fast...I was transfixed by how utterly
pointless yet satisfying it was!
I
digress, so the office is empty so the ladies bathroom is clean, Maria
the cleaning lady must be happy I ask her, "yes, but you're here!, she
replies.
FAIR ENOUGH!
My
original point was really about the balance of work and how a 4 day
week would just solve all/ most of our issues if only #goldmansachs
would stop being such a slave driver and people stopped being so
flocky-material..
Next
week I vouch to do the minimum required, work on my vitamin D intake,
bake non-oaty stuff and read my bloody book, still stuck on chapter 10
and it's strangely topical, I am reading #1984 !
